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lirik lagu ms. fit vs. o’fficial – urltv

[round 1: o’fficial]
i said, i called this b-tch out six years ago and now she wanna settle it?
when i’m from new orleans, but when i drew wit’ the bird it ain’t the pelicans
y’all seen me start from the bottom, then move on up
just like the jeffersons
and smack seen my hunger and gave me a plate, i ordered mexican
but wait! i know y’all like, “she not even mexican.” but that don’t mean i can’t deal wit’ her
i know she puerto rican, well that just mean she’s a lil’ n-gga
now i’m at ya door like immigration
i watch fit in [?] searchin’, she ain’t think was gon’ shoot
’til she see that thing surface
micky d’s, i’m at the window, big mac, wit’ mean service
she didn’t expect to see ice
scream (cream), then i showed her the machine’s workin’
f-ck the dummy talk, watch ya mouth or get hands, i’m a ventriloquist
i walk around wit’ my nose in (and) air like a siddity b-tch
stick in the back of ya head, you won’t forget the sh-t
i’ll find out where you stay fit, and get a membership
yo’ trigger finger never on delay (andale)?
well my team always on go, vamanos
i tell my harlem n-ggas, “get at her.”
code word is “dadado”
now they gotta tell this b-tch “bye” (bi); adios
g-y b-tch, well i’ll leave this fruit flat; plátanos
so why y’all gave me this b-tch?
ms. fit, i’m not the one you won’t dismiss (diss ms)
i’ll give ms. this
big clip, the b-tch ratchet barkin’ over time like a sl!ck b-tch
big clip, and i gotta hold it up like i got a slipped disc
after that little exercise wit’ phara, i knew n-ggas would come and doubt me
’til they see me on impact, wit’ dumb bars, gunnin’ loadly
thought i was gonna lose, wait (weight), i dropped 30
they came back runnin’ proudly
they ain’t think i was in shape to get fit, until they seen that summer body
yeah she had a buzz, but a [?] is whatchu will see
i don’t believe her toy story, until her toy’s choose to speak
i’ll play the villain like sid’, i’ll have the steel all through ya t–th
i’ll give ms. the (mr) potato, head
shocked she’ll lose a piece
so wait, i can’t beat up the whole murda ave
sh-t, unless i got like 30 hands (hanz)
but when my n-ggas come wit’ the calicoe swingin’
ain’t no tellin’ where murda land
the last clique try me, died
i bet the next won’t
get ya set poked
so when the 12 pop up on ave, it ain’t a checkpoint
and this b-tch tried to put, “jaz can’t jump in the battle” in the contract
with only two weeks before
but when phara had rules she ain’t like that
b-tch tried to throw me off my game, only made it a lot worse
try harder

[jaz the rapper]
i said ayo!

{crowd goes crazy}

[o’fficial]
nah, they had planned on jaz helpin’ me get fit, well i guess that ain’t work out (workout) partner
you tried to orchestrate my sound, you really thought it was a br-ss section
b-tch you not in tuned enough, to be teachin’ jaz(z) lessons
you outdated, sayin’ you will beat us both is outrageous
she tried her best to play jaz(z) and ended up wit’ miles davis
y’all said y’all seen the kid ride?
well was it a big wheel? well leave a big will
she tried to add her all (adderal) ’til she seen how i sit steel
now sit still
manly b-tch like plastic, huh?
well this d-ck real
and even tho’ i’ma stay fit for a king
she won’t enjoy this big mil’ (meal)
b-tch i’ll knock you right here
have everybody on born scared of me
bill cosby, i’ll make a b-tch lie and f-ck up the whole legacy
flatline n-gga

{somebody p-sses out in the crowd}

[round 1: ms. fit]
first time on url
and it might be my last in fact
cause i might not keep it rap
and let the ratchets clap back to back
like, “f-ck the chit chat”
listen that, be that
we scr-p
i’ll rip the contract
and cashapp smack back the racks
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout that
i got a lose screw, i shoot two
the deuce deuce let a few loose i’ma true goon
jaz is talkin’ hot, thinkin’ you cute?
b-tch who you?
o’fficial don’t live in brooklyn b-tch, you do!
but f-ck that, i’ll squeeze the beam
and to even things, so poppin’ sh-t i’ll drop a clip; deleted scenes
that’s ya boo? cool, peep the scheme
you get k!lled at jaz feet
i get a b-tch from the boot cut
and you could die (dye) on the kicks like bleedin’ jeans
you can get shot, on the spot, for just a stare, it’ll be tragic
i’ll beat her like tina, f-ck you, should get ya -ss whipped
i’m basically askin’ you how do you want it? angela valdes or angela b-ssett?
so yeah get like me
i’ll off ya likely
that gun work? let it jerk, you was talkin’ spicy
pull over (pullover) wit’ the tec (tech), nothin’ on me nike
i want everything, even ya dawgs (dogs) too, divorcin’ wifey
i often might be, type to hold the heat let it fly
you stink, it makes sense, b-tches reek when they die
aye, this the last time y’all gon’ see her alive
i hit her wit’ the {slashing sounds}; y’all would think i was teachin’ lamaze
i see it in yo’ eyes, you shook b-tch
i mean i’m a big look, you just look big
ya face is ungodly and that waist shaped oddly
and ya belt screamin’ for help like, “please untie me!”
i mean, you got the b00bs but you need; better bras
i mean, better bars
wit’ better oohs and better aahs
i got the better odds, i school you
pull up wit’ a semi and an (n) ar, aimed at the pupil, now i’m givin’ seminars
that gutta sh-t, i’ve been up on
i od, and since o sleep, i hit her wit’ 16 from the pound
give o z’s (oz’s), hoe please
i done sold seats, you can’t see me on the stage, ya nose bleeds
you gon’ need prayers off both knees
rosaries, i alter the thing then back out the lane, that’s cold feet
i hold heat
b-tch, you thought katrina was a b-tch?
ha, fema was a gift compared to this nina that i grip
you ’bout to be wit’ selina in a bit
career crash and burn, err, aaliyah on the trip
you get hit wit’ a hot one, madea wit’ the grits
see i’m wit’ the 6, i had to [?] on the b-tch
santería on it quick
i be talkin’ right to the goats
you the greatest of all time? well it’s ’bout time i sacrifice me a goat
i get murder first if i get my hand on her first
sh-t, before twork i had my hand in her purse
so f-ck you, f-ck jaz and every fan of ya work
everybody will get the tec’s (text) like amber alerts
b-tch, you just a f-ckin’ worker and ya boss is my mans
so everything they help you write, they told me in advance
so they coach you? cool, i got a lesson for those
i drew up a game plan, now i’m x’ing the o
extensions dialed for operators when i’m pressin’ you o
so tell dna and shine, i got rounds in the shelf
and tell t-top he need a tummy tuck if i take a pound off my belt
you hear a big t gun sound, should be out for herself
she gon’ leave the x behind like, “i found someone else.”
so chill wit’ all that “flatline”
cause i leave you flat on ya backside
somewhere on the flats by the backside
b-tch i know you front, cause you never had a backside
yo, it’s murda ave gang i never switched sides
it’s murda ave ’til i die

[round 2: o’fficial]

- urltv

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